Three horsemen at the end of time
Are friends that I have left behind
The fourth horseman rides forth
For other prey and absent friends
The four horsemen at the dawn of time
Herald the beginning of the world
They are thoughts and ideas that don't die
While other horses wait to fly
The four horsemen at the end of time
Ride away in search of glory
They gallop across the universe
And are part of every story
Three horsement I leave behind
They go in their own directions
They ride north, east, and west
The horsemen ride without rest
The four horsemen in the middle
Are friends you can never replace
These horsemen will stay with you
And they'd never change their face
Some of my poems have the tendency to rhyme, some don't, and most of them are accidental. I like to call these songs without music.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Friday, March 04, 2011
Uneasy Love
in milibhagat with Mradul
Tonight, the mist creeped into my room,
Tonight, the mist creeped into my room,
smelling sweetly of dark winter nights.
and i wondered what is it about you,
that makes me want to stop forever.
Tonight, the moon climbs silently up the sky,
and it reminds me of the time that wont return.
of the time that wont be
however i might yearn.
This night if it ends would steal,
all the things i wanted to feel.
All the things that talk to me will stay behind
just like you.
This dawn when it breaks will take,
all my dreams that would never complete.
Why has the night in all its beauty
grown so heartless?
The song that swims uneasily inside,
leaves a destructive path that wakes me.
and i find that nothing has changed,
except. I have a memory more.
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